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Negotiating with the Pope Is Risky Business

“Oh my, what a distrustful unbeliever you are,” said a majestic voice. “But take heart. The gods never abandon even those without faith. When the day comes that you regain your faith, a great gospel will come to you.”

Devout worshippers visiting a church would probably have dropped to their knees in reverence upon hearing those words.

“What?”

But only one person heard them, and that one person, a boy wearing a silver mask, showed no sign that the words resonated with him in the slightest.

“Hm. A severe decline in faith, I see.”

“I never had any to begin with.”

“How lamentable.”

Pope Luvain, head of the Theocracy of Bios and leader of the Church, a massive organization spanning the continent, furrowed his brows.

The masked boy—Silver Face—watched him dubiously.

They were in Luvain’s private chamber, located on the top floor of the castle. Known as the Tower, this castle sat at the very core of the